After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

Vietnam.

City of Four Winds.

The palace and harem, Hanyue Hall.

This is the bedroom of Princess Hanyue of Yue Kingdom.

July and a half.

The moon is full and the stars are bright.

The bright moonlight fell on the earth, and naturally it also fell on the back garden of Hanyue Hall.

The lotus pond is calm and without waves, reflecting the full moon, as if it really fell into the water.

A lamp is hung in the pavilion by the lotus pond, and a person is standing by the lotus pond outside the pavilion.

She looked at the moon in the water, the sadness on her face was cooler than the cold moonlight.

She raised her head suddenly, and looked at the moon in the sky again.

She opened her mouth and read slowly:
"Recalling the mid-autumn osmanthus clump,

The flower is in the cup, and the moon is in the cup.

The same one upstairs tonight,

Cloud wet screens, rain wet screens.

Hun desire to ride the wind and ask about chemical industry,
The road is also difficult, and the letter is also difficult.

Only candles are red in the house,
Cup and calm, singing and calm! "

"...July and a half, August [-]th... In the blink of an eye, almost a year has passed."

"I was looking forward to your new poem, but unexpectedly, you are no longer in this world..."

She took a deep breath, "After all, the heavens are jealous of talents, and there are no poets in the world!"

Her eyes filled with tears.

Tears did not fall, but were swallowed by her.

That is the bitter taste.

She is Princess Hanyue, Zhao Hanyue.

Last Mid-Autumn Festival, she went to Yujing City, the capital of Ningguo, with her teacher Wei Xuanmo, Old Master Wei, and she used a name called Yang Duoduo.

She witnessed the rise of that poet fairy.

She planted a seed of infatuation.

She originally expected that one day Li Chen'an would come to the City of Four Winds to meet her, but unexpectedly, what she was waiting for was the news sent by Monk Bu Nian, which was like a bolt from the blue.

He actually died!
Died on the top of the Western Mountain in Shuzhou!

That seed has not germinated, but it can no longer germinate.

She holds a pen in her hand.

This is the pen that Li Chenan used to compose sixteen poems in one go during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year.

There seems to be his remaining warmth on the pen, and his clear appearance in front of his eyes.

The girl opened her mouth, and let out a long mouthful of stale air.

Cups are calm, singing is calm, how can I be calm?

But the current situation in the country of Yue made me have to be calm!

The girl closed her eyes.

The sadness on his face gradually disappeared.

She hardened.

She lifted her sleeves and wiped her eyes, then turned around and walked towards the gazebo with the pen in hand.

At the beginning, the steps were vain.

gradually stabilized.

There are two people sitting in the gazebo.

One is an old man with white hair and white beard, he is Wei Xuanmo.

One is a young monk with a Zen stick in his hand. He just doesn't read the monk's name.

Zhao Hanyue walked into the gazebo under the worried eyes of Wei Xuanmo and Monk Bu Nian, and sat in front of them.

She picked up the jug on the table and poured a glass of wine.

She didn't drink it, but took the glass of wine, bowed to the bright moon in the sky, and spilled the glass of wine on the ground.

"Originally, I wanted to ask you to help me, but I didn't expect that you didn't even take care of yourself."

"I don't know if you still remember the girl named Yang Duoduo... I don't know if the jade pendant I gave you is still on your body."

"You have left a strong and colorful mark in the world, and you left so freely, perhaps it is the calling of heaven to you..."

"You are a poet, your poems should have appeared in the heavenly palace, not in the human world."

"Since you can't help me, then I can only decide what to do."

When Zhao Hanyue said this, her eyes became more and more determined, as if she had made up her mind on something so big that when Wei Xuanmo looked at her, she was not only shocked, but also extremely worried.

The corners of Zhao Hanyue's mouth twitched suddenly, she poured three more glasses of wine, and handed over two more glasses.

She looked up at Wei Xuanmo:
"Sir, the battle for the throne between the Fourth Emperor Brother and the Crown Prince Brother... Let's fight, it's normal, but now it seems that this fight has gone beyond the rules!"

"Father is sick, and Monk Jiudeng was seriously injured in the battle with Wu Xichen."

"The Great Monk Jijue of Donglin Temple took advantage of the void and wiped out Xilin Temple... This is not what the emperor likes!"

"The combination of the Eastern and Western Buddhist monasteries has become more powerful, which is extremely detrimental to the imperial power, and it has now been reflected."

"Great Monk Ji Mie came to the City of Four Winds, obviously he couldn't persuade Monk Ji Jue."

"The two had a fight. Monk Ji Mie probably stayed in Ningguo for too long, so he lost."

"Great Monk Jijue has officially become the suzerain of Zen, and he stands behind the fourth brother... Father's illness is getting worse and worse, and Monk Jijue has become unscrupulous."

"Of course the prince brother will not let it go."

"We are going beyond the country, I'm afraid a civil war is inevitable!"

"Those emperor uncles and brothers, those civil and military ministers, are all waiting and watching. They are nothing more than waiting for the winner between the prince and the fourth brother, and they are nothing more than to obtain the greatest benefit."

"But very few of them think about it carefully. The essence behind this battle is the contest between the imperial power and the Buddhist sect!"

"The country of Yue worships Buddha."

"Since the Dali Empire fell apart and the Yue Kingdom was established, Buddhism has been the state religion of the Yue Kingdom."

"But for thousands of years, although the emperors of all dynasties have to be baptized and crowned by the state religion, the state religion has rarely interfered with the succession of imperial power!"

"It happened once 300 years ago, and it was at that time that the Zen sect was divided into two and became two major Zen schools that check and balance each other."

"Now, they are united again, and they are acting like demons again!"

Zhao Hanyue stood up suddenly.

At this moment, she doesn't have the miserable and weak appearance just now.

She is still petite.

But in her petite body, there is a powerful aura.

She walked to the fence with her hands behind her back and looked at the lotus pond under the moonlight.

"This kind of thing can't happen again!"

"I'm going to see my father!"

She turned around and looked at Wei Xuanmo and Monk Bu Nian who looked shocked.

"Going right now!"

She turned around and walked, still holding the pen in her hand!
Monk Bu Nian sighed, clasped his hands together, and said "Amitabha!"

Wei Xuanmo stroked his long beard and looked at Princess Hanyue's back. He also stood up and smiled suddenly.

"Little monk, the Dharma cannot be passed on to the six ears."

"Ah, the poor monk knows."

"Then what are you going to do next?"

"Go back to old master, poor monk... go to Ningguo!"

Wei Xuanmo pondered for three breaths: "Li Chen'an is dead, and the agreement between Monk Jiudeng and Wu Xichen has come to an end. Why did you go to Ningguo?"

The monk who didn't read also stood up.

"One, escape from the world."

"Secondly, go to the Jade Buddha Temple to see Master Pukong."

"Third... Comprehend the mighty Tianlong... Maybe you can help Princess Hanyue!"

Wei Xuanmo waved his sleeves, "Good!"

"You go!"

"The poor monk resigns!"

Monk Bu Nian flew up and disappeared into the night.

Wei Xuanmo sighed suddenly, raised his head to look at the moon, his face was serious again.

"Unfortunately, you are not a man!"

A voice came: "Who says daughters are inferior to men?"

Wei Xuanmo was startled, turned his head to look, and a person walked slowly by the moonlight.

"Ning Jingyu?"

"It's the old man!"

"You don't fight each other around in your Sanchiju, why come here to Hanyue Palace?"

Ning Jingyu smiled slightly:
"I just want to tell Princess Hanyue that Li Chen is dead... Someone is very angry, and I would like to help Princess Hanyue!"

Wei Xuanmo frowned: "Who is very angry?"

"Of course they are Li Chenan's biological parents!"

Wei Xuanmo's old eyes slowly narrowed, "Is he really the eldest son of the emperor? Who are his biological parents?"

"He is really not the eldest son of the emperor!"

"His biological parents are... the owner and wife of the Yuelai Inn!" (End of this chapter)